Shoreline Illusion During one of my forays to the beach at Gulfport, Mississippi, I captured this interesting image of a ring‑billed gull (Larus delawarensis) and a snowy egret (Egretta thula). The scale in the photo feels a bit deceptive. The egret, which is actually the closer and much larger of the two birds, appears almost the same size as the gull. Maybe it’s just me, but the perspective plays a clever little trick on the eye. Discover nature's fleeting moments through my lens—visit my photo gallery to see more. #photo #photography #photographer #photographylovers #wildlife #nature #bird #birds #birding #birdwatching #birdphotography #shorbirds #heron #egret #gull #RingBilledGull #snowyegret #beach image
Good morning. 🥳🎉🎊 31 December 2025 Well, here we are — the last day of 2025. What can I say about the year except: wow, let’s not do that again. Not really, though. Plenty of good things happened, and most of the good was personal, which is its own kind of blessing. So for me, the year wasn’t bad at all, as long as I avoided looking at the news. Here’s to a happy 2026 🍷. I got out of bed in time for my morning nap, but skipped it in favor of coming in here and writing to you. No worries — that nap will find me eventually. It just occurred to me that 21st‑century folks really missed out on dial‑up internet. Oh, they were alive, but not yet part of the online world; they were still reaching for the grab toys in their cribs. They never truly experienced the “krrr–krrr–WHEEEEeee–chk–chk–SKREEE–shhhhh…” of a modem handshake. Those were the days — exciting, but slow. You remember waiting for an image to download, watching it materialize pixel by pixel on a cathode‑ray‑tube monitor. It felt like magic. And with those early telephone modems, as you recall, we had to choose between using the internet or using the telephone — unless you were fancy enough to have two phone lines, which most of us weren’t. Cell phones existed, but they weren’t quite a thing yet. That would come soon enough. Today we carry the internet in our back pockets, and sometimes even on our wrists like a super Dick Tracy watch. It’s worth noting that many 21st‑century folks turned 25 this year. When I was 25, the internet and handheld computers were still the stuff of science‑fiction dreams. “Every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end.” — Seneca “The past is a foreign country; they do things differently there.” — L.P. Hartley “We are stuck with technology when what we really want is just stuff that works.” — Douglas Adams #photo #photography #photographer #photographylovers #nature #morning #flower #technology #internet #2025 #generations #NewYear image
Golden Gathering One morning, a swarm of Goldfinches (Spinus tristis) filled the backyard. Here’s a cluster perched in the crepe myrtle tree, fluttering among the branches like scattered notes. Discover nature's fleeting moments through my lens—visit my photo gallery to see more. #photo #photography #photographer #photographylovers #wildlife #nature #bird #birds #birding #birdwatching #birdphotography #finches #goldfinches image
Sunrise in a Forest The morning sun peeks through the trees, spilling golden light across the quiet forest. image
Soft Escape When I captured this image, the tufted titmouse darted just as I pressed the shutter, leaving a slightly blurred impression in the corner of the frame. Still, its wings are fully spread, and the background glows with breathless color. image
Dove in December Here’s a visually striking image of a Mourning Dove (Zenaida macroura), its feathers puffed slightly to insulate against the winter air. A light dusting of snow might have added to the scene — but I’m in Louisiana, after all. If you're a fan of stunning dove imagery, be sure to explore my photo gallery for a collection of beautiful snapshots that capture their elegance and charm. #photo #photography #photographer #photographylovers #wildlife #nature #bird #birds #birding #birdwatching #birdphotography #dove #MourningDove image
Good morning. 🍁🍁🍁 29 December 2025 The earworm for today is Be My Baby by the Ronettes — whoa‑oh‑oh‑oh indeed. When it comes to music, I’m pretty much rooted in the past. Mostly the ’60s and ’70s, with the occasional reach into the ’80s and ’90s. Music from the 21st century… not so much. Honestly, I’m not sure I could name a single tune from this century, though there might be one or two hiding somewhere in the back of my mind. Modern music feels so visual now. People latch onto a song because they first saw it in some eye‑popping music video. Back in the day, it was just the radio waves. A song caught your ear, and if you liked it enough, you headed to the record store to buy a vinyl record — or in the ’70s, maybe an eight‑track tape. I had one of those eight‑track players flopping around under the dash of my 1950 Chevy truck. Imagine being a musician then, selling yourself sight unseen over the radio with nothing but melody and lyrics. Those musicians were good. I’m not knocking contemporary music at all — I’m sure that fifty years from now, someone will be stuck in the 2020s the way I’m stuck in the ’60s. I still remember the first “grown‑up” song that grabbed my attention. It was 1962, and I had just turned ten. My brother and I both got transistor radios for Christmas, and Sherry by the Four Seasons hooked me right away. Hmm… I wonder whatever happened to that old transistor radio. “One good thing about music, when it hits you, you feel no pain.” — Bob Marley “Before MTV, you heard the song before you ever saw the face.” — Billy Joel “All I had was a voice and a microphone.” — Aretha Franklin #photo #photography #photographer #photographylovers #nature #morning #music #nostalgia #foliage image
Moon 20251227 December 27 First Quarter 50% TODAY Waxing Gibbous on 12/28/2025 December 28 #moon image